Night Falling
Now it is dark at last
Twilight time for the forsaken wanderer;
The junipers are a backdropp for some evening smells;
That take on a meaning of their own,
One of wisdom, one of experience-
For they have held sway in all weather and time;
They are not graven idols,
Or burnt offerings-
They live as my life goes on,
Tirelessly showing me that
Not-going at times gets one farther than the quickness of light itself.
In time at night they act like the old humps they are,
Talking about seeding the clouds,
And they are most familiar with all the cloud-types,
The Romulus and the Remus
Of watersheds.
They speak of weather like men speak of food,
Natural goodness abounding,
Hungering for more weather to brave,
Like eating hot peppers,
The brazen fruit of the desert,
The quickening pulse of the thunder.
I will always seek latitude with the trees,
Even protection from the storming men
Who have always sought my hide
At night,
With guns and binoculars
That cannot ever penetrate these trees.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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Time and Experience
I found the past in my present
I built the future on my past
I found the gift of today
When I thought about what
The future has to offer
Where is the wisdom in experience
If there is no folly in wisdom
What's the real meaning of death
If our spirits live forever
Times never change
But circumstances do
I'll let mystery play with the future
Surprises couple with the present
And experience mourn the past
Because sun always rises from the east
And each day always comes to an end
Experience is not chained to wisdom
Nor is folly tied to bad results
But to the circumstances that burden
Our past, present and future because
Time is always anxious for the future
Experience loves the present
And wisdom never divorces the past
poem by Benaiah Sondashi
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Forsaken
Now The Day Has Come
We Are Forsaken This Time
We Lived Our lives
In Our Paradise
As Gods We Shaped The World Around
No Borderlines
We Stayed Behind
No Boundaries Is Something Fragile
Well We Thought We Were Gaining
We Turned Back The Time
It Still Slips Away
Our Time Has Run Out
Our Future Has Died
There's No More Escape
Chorus
Now The Day Has Come
We Are Forsaken
There's No Time Any More
Life Will Pass Us By
We Are Forsaken
We're The Last Of Our Kind
The Sacrifice
Was Much To Hide
Our Grief Just Made Us All Go On
We Try To Hide What We Fear Inside
Today Is The End Of Tomorrow
As The Sea Started Rise
And The Land That We Conquered
It Just Washed Away
We All Have Tried
To Turn Back The Time
It Was All In Vain
Chorus
Now The Day Has Come
We Are Forsaken
There's no Time Anymore
Life Will Pass You By
We Are Forsaken
Only Rules Stay Below
"Een Hoop Gebrabbel"
Now The Day Has Come
We Are Forsaken This Time
Now The Day Has Come
We Are Forsaken
There's No Time Any More
Now The Day Has Come,
The Day Has Come
song performed by by Within Temptation
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Try Again
Later that evening, only a feeling
But it was there in the air that we share in the twilight
Humming a sad song, where was our day gone
But in the dark was a spark, a remark I remember
"Try again", she replied to some story I told
"Try again", yes I will if I can
Oh, all I need is somebody to hold
Learning a feeling, seeking a meaning
Finding a way, should she stay, how to say let's imagine
Maybe I'll go wrong, an evening that last long
But in the night all the light must be right for this moment
"Try again", she replied to some story I told
"Try again", yes I will if I can
Oh, all I need is somebody to hold
"Try again", she replied to some story I told
"Try again", yes I will if I can
Oh, all I need is somebody to hold
"Try again", she replied to some story I told
"Try again", yes I will if I can
Oh, all I need is somebody to hold
Submitted by Michael Hack
song performed by by Supertramp
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Crossing the Bar
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.
poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Moral Kiosk
Scratch the scandals in the twilight
Trying to shock but instead
Idle hands all orient to her
Pass a magic pillow under head
Its so much more attractive inside the moral kiosk
Inside, cold, dark, fire, twilight
Inside, cold, dark, fire, twilight
They scratch the scandals in the twilight
She was laughing like a horae
Put that knee in dour landslide
Take this step to dash a roving eye
Its so much more attractive inside the moral kiosk
Inside, cold, dark, fire, twilight
Inside, cold, dark, fire, twilight
(repeat first verse)
song performed by by REM
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Twilight - a time of pause when nature changes her guard. All living things would fade and die from too much light or too much dark, if twilight were not.
quote by Howard Thurman
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Sonnet -On Experience
One cannot learn from experience always,
For Knowledge is a sea; experience, Lake;
Some learn the same in hours or weeks or days;
Some never do all life, forever fake.
Experience implies one had done mistakes;
It is much wiser to learn from others;
To forget knowledge too, experience makes;
A continued process, it is, brothers.
Experience can't vouchsafe a man is wise;
And wisdom comes to one who God well loves;
Too much of experience could turn a vice.
All need not see the burst of bombs or stoves.
By experience, no man should turn haughty,
Nor should he try to be with peers, naughty.
poem by John Celes
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Winter Wanderer
Walking stealthily,
Meowing steadily
The winter wanderer.
He is no hunter, man nor beast,
But cat, the greatest of them all,
The winter wanderer.
This feline beast
Relies on man
To feed and comfort him,
The winter wanderer.
He came to us
One frosty night,
That winter wanderer.
poem by Charlotte Pinkney
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At Twilight The Sadness Comes
AT TWILIGHT THE SADNESS COMES
At Twilight the Sadness comes
Less Light
The fading of the world
Trees too less Green
And where to go?
Where to go?
Later it will change.
Perhaps.
The bright light of street lamps
Against the Blackness.
But now for these moments
Everything feels
As if it has lost all its meaning
And is about to Die.
I too in my Tiredness
am like the Twilight now
Soon I will be 66 years of Age.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Wanderer
Oh well Im the type of guy who will never settle down
Where pretty girls are well, you know that Im around
I kiss em and I loveem cause to me theyre all the same
I hug em and I squeeze em they dont even know my name
They call me the wanderer yeah the wanderer
I roam around around around...
Oh well theres flo on my left and theres mary on my right
And janie is the girl with that Ill be with tonight
And when she asks me which one I love the best
I tear open my shirt I got rosie on my chest
cause Im the wanderer yeah the wanderer
I roam around around around...
Oh well I roam from town to town
I go through life without a care
til Im as happy as a clown
With my two fists of iron and Im going nowhere
Im the type of guy that likes to roam around
Im never in one place I roam from town to town
And when I find myself a-fallin for some girl
I hop right into that car of mine and ride around the world
Yeah Im the wanderer yeah the wanderer
I roam around around around...
Oh yeah Im the type of guy that likes to roam around
Im never in one place I roam from town to town
And when I find myself a-fallin for some girl
I hop right into that car of mine and ride around the world
Yeah cause Im a wanderer yeah a wanderer
I roam around around around...
cause Im a wanderer yeah a wanderer
I roam around around around...
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Still Trying To Learn That Lesson
In my wildest dreams,
I would never have imagined...
Or in my mind thought to create,
The twists and turns my life has taken.
I am not that innovative.
I learned early as a child,
The term sacrifice.
But the meaning of it,
Has hit home clearly...
On more than one occasion,
With an experience of it.
I also learned the meaning of patience.
But I didn't think,
The meaning of it meant...
I would need to have it for the rest of my life!
'Someone' ordered re-writes to my contract.
I learned early as a child,
The term sacrifice.
But the meaning of it,
Has hits home clearly...
With many fouls to strike out,
To experience with doubts.
And today it seems,
I have accomodated both patience AND sacrifice.
As if inseparable twins loving to dress alike!
However...
I am 'still' trying to learn that lesson,
Why both at the same time...
Have to show up to pluck my nerves?
With the testing of my emotions.
And no one as of yet,
Can supply me with an answer.
Or suggest with a hint or clue,
As to how best to deal with them.
Especially when they pick the wrong time,
To decide to hold a conference with me involved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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a Fantasy Re-lived
A once upon a time
Live fantasy insulated me
Just as on that evening when
It diluted misery to its last dreg
Dissolving it in the scent of
Freshly watered grass
And the melting sun
Twilight shadows
Played upon the eager skin
Till darkness descended
To breathe life into your hands
That picked the water droplets
Off my faltering feet
How we’re cut off from
The physicality of the surroundings
Even the gardener, reduced to a dot
In the fading light of the sun
Only the scent we had absorbed
Wafting around…
That fairytale fantasy
Came to be seated by me
On this dark cement bench
Yes, I relived every moment
Of that once upon a time fantasy
On this summer evening
Under a flickering bulb…
10 Apr 2011
06.05hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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A Poetry Of Smell
a smell, your smell,
that perfume that sticks
to my skin,
your sweat, that wetness
between us,
dry before us, desert sand,
nothing to talk about oasis,
camels in a caravan
under the stars one evening,
you are my tent,
i live there, but you are not
there, there is this blankness
that i face within me,
there is this trail that smells
like you, i follow,
and then i stop, it is not us
there, there is no us,
there is the star that shines
one evening
it does not last,
but every evening it comes
back to me,
too near, in my mind,
too far, in reality.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Campaign Trail
Aged or youth, you make the call, one will rise the other will fall,
Wisdom is grounded in age, as youth wants to turn a new page.
Both desire to take the lead, to address and handle every need,
Going on surely not to lose, but to be the one that men choose.
One, with his charismatic zeal, to the youth he has much appeal,
Speaking of much need change, while others he tries to engage.
Trying to create a broader base, to eloquently lay down his case,
That experience has little to do, in being a leader for me and you.
His opponent on the other hand; experience is his stage to stand,
Speaking of all he has done, and all he will do, once he has won.
With experience makes the claim, he’s more than just a new name,
His experience charts his course, unlike who may be a dark horse.
Each one, from the campaign trail, watches the other rant and rail,
As they do all that they can, in changing minds of opposing men.
While scrambling to win the race, missing is the element of grace,
Grace that sustains the nation, allowing them both in this situation.
Campaigning on strengths they hold, the issue is not young or old,
Nor is the issue wisdom, my friend, if it is only the wisdom of men.
And neither campaign can afford, to ignore the issues of The Lord,
They can run with a confident nod, but, will not get far without God.
The outcome will be God’s selection, for the winner of this election,
Affecting not just two men, but all, with the changes big, not small,
No matter what the polls do say, changes ahead will be God’s way,
Using the final outcome friend, for blessing or judgment in the end.
(Copyright ©08/2008)
At the Moor
At the Moor
Wanderer in the blackened wind. Dry reeds whisper
in the stillness of the moor. A column of savage birds
ensues in the dawning sky.
Over murky waters they cross.
Uproar. From the crumbling shack
the black wings of rot flutter up.
Crippled birches sigh in the wind.
Evening in the forsaken tavern. The way home is shrouded
by the tender sadness of the grazing herd.
Night becomes manifest: toads emerge from the silver water.
Translated by Eric Plattner & Joseph Suglia
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Am Moor
Wanderer im schwarzen Wind; leise flüstert das dürre Rohr
In der Stille des Moors. Am grauen Himmel
Ein Zug von wilden Vögeln folgt;
Quere über finsteren Wassern.
Aufruhr. In verfallener Hütte
Aufflattert mit schwarzen Flügeln die Fäulnis;
Verkrüppelte Birken seufzen im Wind.
Abend in verlassener Schenke. Den Heimweg umwittert
Die sanfte Schwermut grasender Herden,
Erscheinung der Nacht: Kröten tauchen aus silbernen Wassern.
poem by Georg Trakl
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The Mean Hunter
my grandfather still bend in his mattress
when we wake up
we as his grandchilds
have to leave the job
because with the job
live to become more having a meaning
my grandfather remain
to do not want to wake up
when evening
when we come home the
grandfather gived a smile and enquire to us
Have you grasp that meaning
we at a time reply
not yet
grandfather kept quiet, but at his hearts
remain to hunt the meaning
what he not yet earn also
by himself, in the corner of silent
poem by Prasetya Utama
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Fortune Is All I Care
Addiction to faith as knowledge is insane,
For the belief in you carries a burden.
Insanity carries genius, forsaken one,
Forsaken one please describe the knowledge.
To complete genius in one’s lifetime
You spend another life as an existence;
Fortnightly, the cure to all illness is taken,
Fortune married itself to the men of doctors.
The doctors are in this life, forsaken one,
For me, the whole world needed a doctor.
Doctors compose cures to make an effect of healing,
Yet addiction is a knowledge, not a wisdom.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Sleep
Not your dark poisons again,
White sleep!
This fantastically strange garden
Of trees in deepening twilight
Fills up with serpents, nightmoths,
Spiders, bats.
Approaching stranger!
Yo u r a b a n d o n e d s h a d o w
In the red of evening
Is a dark pirate ship
Of the salty oceans of confusion.
White birds from the outskirts of the night
Flutter out over the shuddering cities
Of stee
poem by Georg Trakl
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King Of Twilight
(Nektar)
(Note: Original by Nektar, on album "A tab in the ocean". Actually, on
the Nektar album this was two separate songs: "Crying in the dark"
and "King of Twilight".)
Crying In The Dark
I've been trying, trying so hard
I've been crying, crying in the dark
Don't forsake me, the time of mine is near
Don't ever break me and the world that brought me here
Sick and lonely, waiting for you /* ??? */
Sick and lonely, wondering what to do
Can you hear me, when I say to you
You give me your hand, I'll give mine to you
King of twilight
When the king of twilight shows me
I will take ten steps to see
Forty leaves I pay for freedom
For a chance to be free
For a chance to be free
When the king of twilight calls you
take a step and you will see
We all need a quick solution
For a chance to be free
For a chance to be free
Free
When the king of twilight shows me
I will take ten steps to see
Forty leaves I pay for freedom
For a chance to be free
For a chance to be...
FREE
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found out that it has no meaning: just as, if there were no light in the universe and therefore no creatures with eyes, we should never know it was dark. Dark would be without meaning.
quote by C.S. Lewis
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